Home is...

6 January 2016

Dear friend,

What is home? 

What appears to be a relatively simple question to some, to others can mean so much more. That is why when the fabulous Morgan Prince over at Morgans Milieu tagged me in this writing challenge I couldn't really resist. I love getting to know my fellow bloggers a bit better through these tags so here goes... Home is:

Ask a child to draw a house and what do you get?

Ironic really as we lived in a bungalow.

Home was where I lived with my parents,  for 30 years. Middlesbrough in the North East of England. I don't remember very much of my childhood sadly but I like looking at happy family photos from when I was younger. 

Living in York whilst at University never felt like home, maybe that is why I never stayed there. It was just the place where I went to study. A beautiful place, steeped in History but I never fully appreciated it whilst I was there. I lived with a fabulous group of girls who also came from the North. We all worked hard, played hard and had some fantastic times together. But after University I got a job in the North East and I went back home.

At age 30 Home became my own apartment. My first home and I absolutely loved it! I wish I'd taken the step to buy my own place earlier but life or rather a failed relationship got in the way. Home was where:
  • I could really be me!
  • my friends and I put the world to rights, until the early hours of the morning.
  • I had Freedom.
  • I feel in love.
  • hubby and I spent our first weekends together.
  • I planned my future.
June 2005 my home changed radically as I moved not only house or area but country and started a new life with my soon to be hubby in Holland. The first year was like being on holiday, we visited lots of places and every weekend we did something special together. Everything was new, everything was exciting and special. But I still told people I was going 'home' when I visited the UK. It wasn't home yet!

I fell pregnant and home took on a new meaning, we were going to be a family. We were going to build a home for our kids together. I couldn't have been happier and we set about turning our house into a family 'home'.

About 6 months after the big lad was born things started to fall apart. I was in a new country, in a new job, with a new baby, without the support of family and friends, speaking the wrong language and dealing with differences in culture. I felt lost, scared and extremely anxious. Home was my haven, my place of safety that I didn't want to leave.

Ten years later. I still have moments of homesickness; when I long to be sitting in the Kitchen with one of the girls, drinking wine and chatting non stop without really having to think about what I am saying. There is something magical about the first sight of the transporter bridge as we fly above Teeside or spotting Roseberry Topping as we twist around the bend in the road. The sound of a Northern accent in Holland really makes my heart skip and I need to talk to that person. Sometimes I still watch the North East news.

The beauty of Roseberry topping. 

But home now is the place that I can't wait to get back from work to. It is that feeling you get when you walk through the door after a holiday or trip away and you have 'the smell'. You know that smell you don't even know home has until you go away and come back.

I came across this brilliant quote from Sarah Dessen that sums up 'home' for me:

Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.”

I particularly love the final sentence here and I have realised that this is what I wish for my children. I want to give them that solid foundation, that strength of love to carry them through whatever journey they choose to take and to know that no matter where they are or what they do they always have a loving home here, with me.

I asked my family what home meant:

Where you feel happy 

- hubby.

A place where you live and where you can do things you enjoy with your family. 

- the big lad.

The film. 

- the little man.

by Catie: An imperfect mum

Thanks Morgan for tagging me in this challenge and a huge thank you for being one of the first bloggers to show an interest in and to support my writing and my blog. You are always there to help me with my technical queries and questions too. Morgan you are an absolute star! 

I would like to nominate the following fabulous bloggers to join in the fun:

Aby at You baby me mummy.
Becky at Cuddle fairy.
Kirsty at Something Crunchy Mummy.
Michelle at Rockin Random Mum. 

If you would also like to join in with this tag then please by all means do and let me know so I can comment and retweet. 


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